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Tuesday 5th July
The house sat beside the soft, rolling shores of Maracaibo, Venezuela, which was currently, as all nearby countries were, experiencing a tropical heat wave. No person could say that they wanted to go from any air-conditioning they may have had, even into the ocean to cool down, and wanted nothing more than to lie in bed for the whole day.
This was not to be in Black Manor however, because, at 5 o'clock, Harry and his two blue robed companions (whose hoods never fell from place) marched into one unit's male dorm at a time, and within seconds, cries rang out as cold water splashed down on the occupants on the beds.
"Get ready. Breakfast will be served in ten minutes." Harry called out with a wicked grin, laughing at the disgruntled looks on the boys' faces as he moved next door into the girl's dorms.
The first thing to understand about the Order was that Harry had pre-planned the group into three units, battalions if it was better understood; Thestral, Griffin and Unicorn.
There were to be no house boundaries, however, he had placed friends with each other if he could, because they would be able to work of each other more. However, his true aim was to rip away any barriers, and make each member of the unit know every other member of the unit, and slowly, over the two months, every other member of the Order.
In the Thestral Unit, Harry had placed Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Hannah Abbott, Jack Sloper, Andrew Kirke, Michael Corner, Zacharias Smith and Blaise Zabini.
It was true, if the way he had planned things came to pass, this would be a male-dominated group, however, these were the best fighters of the group, and several of the other best fighters he had assigned to one of the other units, to help protect those at the back.
The Thestral Unit, he considered, was his front-line of attack.
In the Griffin Unit, Harry had placed Neville, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, Colin and Dennis Creevey, Padma Patil, Lisa Turpin, Daphne Greengrass, Angelina Johnston and Alicia Spinnet.
He considered the Griffin Unit as the second line of attack, and fresh duellers - he had had a hard time choosing those for the Thestral Unit, and even now, in Neville for example, he found some of his best duellers, who just seemed better suited in being able to both fight and helping to defend, a kind of mid-field position. Neville had been slowly gaining confidence, and had thanked Harry immensely for paying for his wand (10 inches, mahogany, dragon heartstring). Harry had shrugged it off, saying it was his fault for it breaking anyway.
Finally, there was the Unicorn Unit, in which he had placed, Luna, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Susan Bones, Mandy Brocklehurst, Katie Bell, Lee Jordan, Theodore Nott, Terry Boot, Natalie McDonald and Graham Pritchard.
Lastly, the Unicorn Unit consisted of those who he believed were better defenders than offenders, and would help heal (he would teach that as a separate subject for the members of the Order) people who had fallen in Battle, a well as protecting base if it was there. They were also swift offenders, however, and he would never once believe they would falter once trained.
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As the Units slowly emerged from their sudden awakening and cold shower (which few were grateful for considering the heat), it was not heartening to find unbuttered toast and porridge without sugar present on it sitting on the one, long table.
Harry was happily eating his toast, which was better than anything he had ever gotten at the Dursleys, and grinned at Hermione, who sat tiredly next to him and picked up her schedule, which automatically changed to fit her Unit's schedule for the day.
05:00 -Wake-up
05:00 - 05:30 -Preparation for day/breakfast
05:30 - 07:30 - Fitness and survival
07:30 - 07:45 -Break
07:45 - 09:45 -Weapons training
09:45 - 11:45-Duelling/Battle/War Magic
11:45 - 13:45 - Wandless Combat
13:45 - 14:30 - Lunch
14:30 - 15:30- Army discussion
15:30 - 16:30- Unit discussion
16:30 - 17:30-Weapons training
17:30 - 18:30- Dinner
18:30 - 19:00 - Free-time
19:00 - 19:30 - Weapons training
19:30 - 20:00- Duelling/Battle/War Magic
20:00 - 20:30 - Wandless Combat
20:30 - 21:00 - Supper/Free-time
21:00 - 21:30 - Preparation for bed/Free-time
21:30 - Lights out
She gaped at him.
"How on earth are you going to teach all these classes! How do you even know all this stuff!"
Harry grinned mysteriously.
"Well, I'm going to be helped by my friends, Richard (Godric) and Larson (Salazar) - trust me, they are firmly on our side -" he interrupted he opening her mouth. "We're taking a unit each, but we do take some things together, and trust me, you'll be exhausted…they have high standards."
'Of course we do. That's why our school is the finest in Europe.'
'You know, for once, Salazar, I think we actually may agree on something.'
'Guys, small steps at a time, small steps. That's one giant leap there.' Harry laughed to himself, rolling his eyes as the two started to bicker again, to disprove such an 'awful thing', and lifted another piece of toast.
He glanced up and caught Ron looking at him with a desperate look on his face.
"This is bad enough for breakfast, mate, but please don't tell me it's going to be like this for lunch and dinner."
Ron looked so desperate that Harry promised him the dinner of his choice (for everyone, of course) that night.
Ron, delighted, chose a Sunday roast, bar the fact that it was a Tuesday, and clapped Harry soundly on the back.
Harry laughed at his enthusiasm and glanced at his watch, seeing the time as twenty-five past five, and jumped up, clapping his hands to bring everyone's attention to him.
"Ok, Fitness and Survival starts in a minute. Make sure, despite what Larson may say to see what you do, stretch, listen, and don't overexert yourself today. You'll see why you had such a light breakfast later. Come on, get up."
Harry had decided to join in the class, seeing as he had nothing to teach at the time, and was looking forward to seeing how everyone would cope with both the physical workout of the course, and the mental workout that truly was Salazar Slytherin.
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The group of soon-to-be soldiers glanced at each other, absolutely petrified.
'Larson' had suddenly appeared, Battle robes billowing rather impressively and in a way that would make Snape jealous, his strict voice barking orders for everyone to be quiet and stand in a straight line.
"You, boy, stand up straighter. You, don't slouch. You, tie your shoelaces properly, you're not five anymore, are you? Tuck in that t-shirt. Tie up that hair." This was in a series of five seconds, and had covered everyone who was not 'appropriately ready' for Fitness and Survival.
Surviving with Salazar was a completely different task.
"To begin with, we will take it easy."
There was a collective sigh of relief.
"You will jog twice around this property's grounds, then come back and do fifty press-ups, fifty sit-ups, fifty star-jumps, fifty crunches and the likes. You shall then jog down to the ocean, and shall have to swim five hundred metres out before swimming back, jogging up, and then taking out assault course."
He nodded to the Army-like assault course.
"This shall only be done once today."
The teens all gulped.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" He barked, and immediately, they all set out at a light jog.
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An hour and a half later, Harry ran from the assault course, feeling both refreshed and exhausted, his t-shirt covered in enough sweat that he was sure he would have to wring it out to get all the sweat out, and, summoning a bottle of water, emptied the contents before nearly collapsing, but managing to remain standing, so as not to become stiff later.
It was a good half hour before all the others had finished, some having collapsed before reaching the ocean (this was Natalie and Richard, who were both third-years and clearly unused to this type of physical strain), others having collapsed in-between this point and the start of the assault course, where amazingly, Ron had managed to get to before his legs gave way underneath him.
In the heat, it was even more amazing, and everyone, he was proud to say, had done amazingly well.
It took a good fifteen minutes to awaken and assemble the others, by which time, it was time to move on to their next classes.
There was a groan of disbelief.
"Well, I did say you would hate me." Harry said cheerfully, before jogging over to a large, open area at the other side of the building, the Thestral Unit slowly trudging after him before, finally, coming to a halt.
There was a large crate and twelve targets set up, one for himself and one for each of the Unit.
"Welcome to Weapons training. Basically, this is where you will learn to use some of the most delicate and most dangerous weapons that can be offered in the world today; and over the next two months, I shall be teaching you to use many of these. Today, and for the next week, we shall be learning to handle, assemble and accurately shoot a silenced pistol, and a lovely little thing called a machine gun."
He muttered in Latin and flicked his wand, causing an HK5SD to fly over. It was a small, silenced, reliable machine gun with good accuracy at both long and short distances, and was light as a feather.
"This is an HK5SD, one of the hardest to find and best machine guns in the world today, used by the British SAS and the American Delta Force. They are light, durable, and have a great accuracy range from both point-blank and long distances. Hopefully, this week, you will, over these two lessons a day, come to handle this with some type of mastery. We will probably cover it again later in the summer, so don't worry too much if you don't get it right away."
He held it up in the right way, explaining how to hold and aim before turning and firing at the target to his right, holding it steady before, a few seconds later, the short clip of blanks was done.
"And that's how it's done." Harry grinned, and they all looked in amazement at the shots, all in the bulls-eye.
"Of course, those are only blanks, and short clips, but by the end, they'll be real bullets, and the clips will be so long, you will barely have to reload at all. They'll be charmed to be rolled up and out of the way of course. Great thing about magic with Muggle technology."
He ignored the gaping looks and then summoned a pistol, a Mark23SD.
"This is a Mark23SD, a silenced pistol used by the US Navy Seals. Again, it is light, durable, and has a good accuracy and handling capabilities. Shooting a Death Eater in the back of the head is better than using an Unforgivable…" Harry added solemnly, however, he shook it off and turned once again to the freshly repaired target, and fired six bullets into the bulls-eye yet again.
"So…any questions?" Harry asked.
Everyone raised their hand.
"On anything to do with the guns?"
Slowly, everyone put their hands down sheepishly, and he rolled his eyes.
"Ok everyone, pick up an HK5SD first, and I'll show you how to assemble and reload it. Then we'll have some fun with the shooting…I've got a few good pictures of Umbridge and Fudge just itching to be shot."
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Afterwards, on their way to the War, Battle and Duelling Magic room, while deep in conversation with Hermione and Ron, Harry glanced up and caught sight of Ginny, who looked up at him at gave him a small smile before talking, once again, to Hannah Abbott.
He couldn't ignore the small voice in his head which shouted 'trying to kill another one then, Potter', which, no matter how much he tried to ignore it, slowly made him believe it.
It took another few minutes to weave a way through the many corridors of Black Manor (there were many…apparently the Black's weren't very creative in such a way as to name buildings), eventually coming to the large oak door, the golden handle of which Harry turned, revealing the room to them all.
It was around a quarter the size of the Great Hall in Hogwarts, with grey stone walls and magically lit beacons, helping light the room at night and on long dark days, along with the natural light from the many large windows along with back of the room.
A large Duelling platform stood in the centre of the room, wider and longer than most normal ones…this was obvious a professional one.
After the last person shuffled in, Harry took a running jump and landed with feline grace on it, earning several hoots of applause.
He grinned and bowed cheekily before turning serious once more.
"Ok, to start, we are going to start with some basic teleportation. It is a form of apparation, however, it is a type that cannot be tracked by the Ministry. It allows you to move to a place that you can see, however, like apparation, you have to concentrate. It takes a lot of time to get used to, and is known as an obscure art, because it has not been taught to anyone outside the room for many years."
He noticed Hermione nodding out of the corner of his eye.
"The reason not many people know how to do this is because, simply, many cannot find a proper teacher. There are few people in Britain who can do such a thing, bar, I would say, the Headmaster and Voldemort."
There were many winces, and Harry rolled his eyes.
He would deal with that problem later.
"Thankfully, although it takes concentration and getting used to, it can be easily learnt, mostly because you are all around the age of magical maturation, and can get used to the flow of magic it requires not only to do it once, but repeatedly, most especially during Duelling and Battling your opponents. Any questions?"
Seamus raised his hand and Harry nodded towards him.
"Yeah, I was wondering if these would work through anti-apparation wards. Like those around school?"
Harry smiled.
"Good question. Thankfully, these do work. It is kind of like house-elf magic. They can pop up anywhere. That is because you are not trying to force your way in or out. You are simply trying to move about inside, to somewhere in your site. All similar wards are like that."
Seamus grinned.
"So we can use it if we're late to class?"
Harry's eyes twinkled, immediately answered said question.
"Anyway, we're going to start on teleportation - it should take, at the most, an hour to get used to. It's a lot easier than apparation, so Fred, George, you two should be able to do it immediately. After that, if you could help everyone else out."
Fred and George gave him identical mock salutes, which he returned cheekily.
"Now, if everyone will line up, I'll show you how to do this.
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Wandless Combat was the last class before lunch (which Ron happily expressed, at the top of his voice, to anyone who would listen), and they moved down a floor, the room exactly under the 'DWB' room as it had been shortened to.
It was near identical to the DWB room, bar the fact that there was no duelling platform, instead, the large floor covered with a series of green mats.
"Take off your shoes everyone, please, and take a couple of slow warm-up laps. Then I want you to stretch like I showed you earlier. Following this, I'm going to start teaching you a mix of several martial arts, plus a little bit of kickboxing as well."
After a series of loud groans at the thought of more running, especially in the sweltering heat (and Harry had barred and taken off all the cooling spells Fred and George had been dealing out, in return for chocolate and sweets), they started to jog, Harry taking the time to talk to Salazar and Godric in his head as he himself stretched.
'How are you guys doing with your Units?'
'The Griffin Unit are catching on pretty fast, especially this Longbottom boy. Rather shy though.'
'The Unicorn Unit are complete amateurs at even basic targeting skills! What does our school teach you all these days!'
'Good to hear guys…and last year…their last year…we had to learn Defence ourselves. There isn't much outdoors work, like accuracy, and we haven't really had a good teacher in Defence, bar Remus Lupin…everyone's coming back from their jog, so I'll speak to you both at our lesson later.'
'We'll see you then, Harry.'
'Good luck with your pack of Gryffindorks…and others.' Salazar added before they both left his mind, leaving Harry smirking slightly.
He really would have been a good Slytherin.
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After a lunch of sausage and mashed potato (with baked beans if one chose the option), it was time for Army discussion, which basically, was getting to know everyone else in the group.
Harry started that by getting a football he had bought, and arranging everyone into a circle.
"Ok, basically, I throw this to someone, and they say their name, age, what year they're about to go into, house, where they are from and one interesting fact about themselves. Then they pass it on."
He looked around to make sure everyone understood, before starting off.
"I'm Harry Potter, I'm 15, about to go into my sixth-year at Hogwarts. I'm a Gryffindor, and am originally from Godric's Hollow, born in St. Mungo's, although I'm now usually located in Surrey, as well as Hogwarts. One interesting thing about me is that I can survive a basilisk, and yet be petrified by a greasy bat."
There was a round of laughter, even a light-hearted smirk from the Slytherins present, and he threw it to Seamus Finnegan.
"I'm Seamus Finnegan, sixteen, about to go into my-sixth year. I'm a Gryffindor, and am from Country Cork, Ireland. Also, I met the Irish Quidditch Team last year."
He threw it to Susan Bones.
"I'm Susan Bones, sixteen, and coming sixth-year at Hogwarts. I'm a Hufflepuff and from Devon, England. One interesting thing about me is that I can lip-read."
Harry was rather impressed, and watched as the ball was thrown over to Graham Pritchard.
"I'm Graham Pritchard, thirteen, coming third-year and a Slytherin. I was born in France, but moved over whenever I was five, so I'm fluent in French. One interesting thing about me is that I caught Professor Snape dancing to ballet music and pirouetting last year."
There were several raised eyebrows, and cackles and hoots of laughter.
The ball was then thrown to Michael Corner.
"I'm Michael Corner, sixteen-years-old and going into my sixth year at Hogwarts (A/N - this is what JK has said apparently. I'm a Ravenclaw, and from Berkshire. One interesting thing about me, a good thing I think, is that I put up with Cho Chang for an age, and that although it is slightly exaggerated about my apparent running after her and whining, I have to say that she is a total bitch."
There were several claps and Michael grinned sheepishly. Ginny smiled imply at him in apology for that certain comment, and he nodded in acceptance at the unspoken apology.
This continued on for around twenty minutes before it had gone around everyone.
"Now, I would like everyone to pair up with someone of a different House, and if that's not possible, someone of the opposite gender."
Harry ended up paired with Susan Bones, who he smiled kindly at before continuing.
"Now, I want one person to stand in front of the other, and then fall back, and for their partner to catch them."
This was done rather successfully, and as people rotated around, it was easy to see that already small bonds of trust were being built.
After several other exercises to this effect, it was time for Unit discussion. Basically, this was similar to Army discussion, only in the three separate units.
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Harry took the Thestral Unit to their Common Room, which was beside their dorms and interlinked to the other Common Rooms through a series of dorms, so as to encourage inter-unit mixing, and Harry sat them all down in the replica of Gryffindor Common Room.
"Now, this is a more personal discussion, basically because, in Battle, you together will be working together, and will need to trust and be able to read each other to survive. So, to do this, I've got a little game that I think you'll all enjoy."
His smirk showed again.
"Does everyone know how to play Charades?"
Whenever several Purebloods shook his head, he began to explain.
"Ok, basically this is a game of no words, and you have to express yourself by actions and signals. There are several different categories the person, place or thing can be from; book titles, movie titles, play titles, song titles, TV shows or quotes or phrases, which can be shown by a variety of signals."
He demonstrated.
"You can also do a number of other signals. For example, to show how many words there are, hold up the number of fingers. Say if it was Harry Potter, you would put up two fingers."
Ron sniggered and Hermione sharply nudged him in the ribs, causing him to stop and glare at her.
She stared defiantly back and he eventually looked away, Hermione grinning in victory before turning her attention back to Harry.
"Then, to indicate, after that, what word you're going to try and act out or show, you would hold up fingers again. Say you were trying to demonstrate the first word, you would put on one finger and the likes.
"You can also indicate if someone is right, by touching your nose and pointing at the person, can indicate of the word is plural, what syllable you're working on and how many the word has, if it is past or present tense, you can act out what it sounds like, and show it by cupping your ear before, you can indicate how long the word, and you can indicate if a letter in the alphabet is high or low down…you can't use sign language, and you can't mouth it.
"You do this in two teams, so split into teams of seven, I'll join the one with six after this, and write out things for the other team to do, which can't be longer than seven words. So get into teams, get some scraps of parchment and quills and ink from the corner and make a start."
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Harry ended up with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, the Twins and Blaise Zabini, while the other team consisted or Seamus, Dean, Jack Sloper, Andrew Kirke, Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith, and they all huddled together.
"Ok, well, some Muggle ones would be good to start of with." Hermione began, quill at the ready, and Harry smiled.
"Let's have some fun."
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Jack was aimlessly waving his hands in the air, making no sense to anyone in his team as he tried to mime something.
Harry and Hermione were holding back hysterical laughter.
He apparently had no idea who Margaret Thatcher was.
Finally, the two-minute timer ran out and he was clearly frustrated.
"It was a hard one, Jack. You didn't do bad for someone who doesn't know who Margaret Thatcher is."
Those in his group who knew who Margaret Thatcher was were clearly trying to hold back their own laughter.
It was then Harry's turn to go, and he stuck his hand into the bowl of suggestions from the other team, finding, to his amusement, 'Professor Snape' written on it.
He stood at the front and started the timer with a flick of his wand before, rather suddenly, he began to pirouette (amazing well) on the spot, a smirk on his face.
"Merlin! Snape has possessed Harry! Rrrrruuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Ron screamed girlishly and jumped behind his chair.
The others looked at Harry before bursting into laughter.
Harry joined in.
Thankfully, Hermione managed to control herself long enough to say "Professor Snape" before she burst into her own giggles, while trying not to laugh at a teacher, and failing rather spectacularly at it.
Harry's heart felt lighter than it had since Sirius' death.
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After this, it was scheduled for free-time, and Harry had all the units gathered inside the Thestral Unit's Common Room to explain the facilities that the Blacks had decided to add into their luxurious house.
"The Common Rooms are open to be used during free-time, and there are several board-games and necessities for things like Charades if you feel like playing. There is also a Wizarding radio, so you can get music and the likes, and there is enough butterbeer for two bottles each, which should do everyone.
"Further down the corridor, if you take the left after your dorms, there is a Games Room, with a pool table and the likes, and further down from there, a Movie Room, with a TV and DVD, with a large collection of DVD's. Outside, there is a Quidditch Pitch around the back, the balls of which are charmed to stay inside the stadium, and there is a broom shed filled with many different models for you to use.
"There is a small library downstairs, which I'll stock more as soon as I can, and of course, you are all free to practice your fighting, duelling and weapons, as long as you don't try and shoot each-other."
He glanced wearily at Fred and George, who looked faintly disappointed. They had been fairly amused by the guns - it must be from Mr Weasley, he decided.
"I'm going to be in my Office on the top floor, and I ask you don't come and get me. I'll be down in time for your lesson. See you all soon."
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Harry apparated upstairs (the apparation wards allowed him to pass) and found Salazar and Godric, in body form, waiting for him.
"Sorry I'm late guys, I had to explain about what everyone could do now. Make sure they didn't shoot each other."
He could have sworn he hard Salazar mutter something about foolish Gryffindors before he took a seat in his large leather chair, sitting behind his large mahogany desk.
His office was rather large, with several mahogany shelves against several walls, filled with many books. The floor was stone, which he was rather fond of, as were the walls, which were covered in pictures (all of which were replicas, incase something happened) of himself and his friends, all taken by Colin Creevey, and some of the Marauders, his mum and dad, and the likes.
It warmed his heart.
"Ok, so, shall we make a start?"
Salazar, obviously the more theoretical of the two, began to explain.
"Occlumency is a highly obscure branch of magic that few dare to delve into further than theoretical knowledge. It is, to put it simply, the shielding of your thoughts and emotions from outside interference. Of course, it is much more complicated that that, I would be surprised if you managed to build your first wall, your core wall, before the end of the month. I would expect you to be able to protect yourself, at the end of the summer, from attack long enough to look away and end the contact.
"However, if it is Voldemort, you will have to not only build several walls, but a special shield around the certain area of your link to him, so as to keep out his projection into your mind. This can unfortunately not do too much about visions and scar-aches, but will stop his interference, so you will know that the visions you see are true.
"Perhaps by Christmas would you be able to do this completely and without thought. The main point is practice. So, at random points of the day, I shall shoot Legilimens spells at you. It is invisible and can be done without incantation or wand, but to start, I shall use both, until you get used to it, then we develop to doing it without wand, and then without incantation. Any questions?"
Harry shook his head. He was sure he already knew more about Occlumency than he had from any lesson with Snape…from all his lessons actually.
Thankfully, in his library (which he was rather looking forward to getting back), he had read over several books on Occlumency, even if he had never attempted to practice or develop upon his knowledge.
"Now, I want you to imagine a place where you feel safe, somewhere deep inside your mind that only you can enter, and where you feel peaceful. What are you imagining?" Godric began, taking up his role.
Harry, obviously in a very relaxed state, spoke softly.
"I'm on the top of Gryffindor Tower, lying down."
"Now, what about scenery?"
He thought for a moment.
"It's sunset, with the sun's last rays hitting the clouds…and then it fades away, and a full moon appears in the darkness. There are loads of stars in the sky, which has gone clear. And Sirius is there…the constellation Canis Major."
"And what about around you?" Godric continued.
"There's the mountains, all capped with snow on just the tops, and the lake…Hagrid's Hut is lit up with a small light as well, and the forbidden forest is beside that, looking surprisingly peaceful…down from there is the Quidditch Pitch, and in the very distance, the station and Hogsmeade."
"Are there any senses present?"
"I can smell a soft forest smell, of the trees, which is calming, and can feel the magic of Hogwarts soothing me, like Fawkes singing. I can hear the soft rustling of the wind, blowing the trees and rippling the water of the Lake, and I can feel it softly blowing in my face, cooling me down and rushing through my hair…it makes me fell like I'm flying."
"Is there anything else?"
"I can, so softly in the distance, hear Fawkes singing…it's breathtaking and so peaceful overall…"
Godric left him several minutes to learn every fine detail before Harry opened his eyes again, a freedom in his eyes that seemed so much like his younger self that his friends would have believed him so.
"This is where you shall go to begin to build the Occlumency shields around your mind. Most people imagine their mind as a castle, fort or a mansion, and have many defences around it. This is basically what you shall do…I imagine you would choose Hogwarts as a base example, however, you should make it original so that no-one would know their way around it bar yourself. If it helps, draw out a map and keep it safe. If your shields fail, any memories you have stored in that certain area will be open to the invader for display. Any questions so far?"
"Yeah, why is it that I don't just do it from the Castle, instead of my 'inner-peace' place."
"It is simply because, at your most relaxed, peaceful and concentrated state, you can build your defences easier. Also, this is another reason why Occlumens can keep their tempers under check. Because they can enter this place at a moment's notice, and leave it as well. Anything else?"
After Harry shook his head no, Salazar and Godric both began to help explain how to weave a shield, like a net, before slowly making it stronger and harder, hopefully someday like diamond, and he shut his eyes and relaxed, managing to weave a small piece before he had to leave for dinner.
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After dinner and yet another free-time, spent with his friends playing a game of charades (this included Luna, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender), before it was time for yet another Weapons training, spent recapping with all the other units what they had learnt, the same pattern being followed by DWB and Wandless Combat before, after a light supper of butterbeer and a scone, and after getting ready for bed, everyone fell asleep, weary, tired, and unwilling to get up the following morning.
Yet another chapter - go me! Writer's block with this one is leaving, thankfully, after a year or so. Thanks again for all your reviews…I came and there were a whole bunch in my inbox! A lovely surprise, hence why I sped this up and have put it up early. Thanks everyone.
(Btw, I removed Mandy Brocklehurst so that the units would be even - you'll see why in the next chapter)